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This remark was made to Tang Yuanchu.

But listen carefully, but it is to Xie Wanwan.

Tang Yuanchu didn't dare to look at Xie Wanwan's complexion, only to look at the tightly bound bomb on her body.

Selim listened to Bai Muchuan and felt less shy, and was attracted by the bomb.

"Boss, this... is it easy to disassemble? Do you want to choose to cut the red thread or the blue thread?"

In TV series, there are often such bridges.

The red line and the blue line are the choice of life and death, but also the test of people.

However, the actual bomb device is far more complicated than the film and television works, and it is not as simple as cutting the thread...

The principles of bombs are similar, but because of the different people who make bombs, the methods are ever-changing, and the bomb devices will be different. In other words, a thousand bomb makers will make a thousand different bomb devices. Different types, different methods of disassembly. Even in many cases, the bomber’s ability to handle the computer is required.

"This is a time bomb!" Bai Muchuan said: "When we uncovered the clothes, we started to start..."

"Ah!" Sailimu was confused, and came to see.

At this look, he was stunned.

The bomb is equipped with a small time reader.

The numbers that I didn't have just now are lit up now-

"Five minutes and forty-five seconds left?!"

His inhalation made the scene suddenly freeze.

"White team, what to do? How to dismantle this?"

Bai Muchuan was too late to answer, glancing at him, "Flashlight up!"

"Oh--" Sarim did as he did, and his arms were completely tense.

...

The timer is beating.

Time is running out-

Pounding!

Heartbeat is like beating a drum.

Bai Muchuan suddenly raised his head and glanced at the startled Tang Yuanchu, "Come on, help me!"

"Huh?" Tang Yuanchu stunned. The whole person recovered and his eyes were bright. "What can I do for you?"

"Wipe my sweat!" Bai Muchuan carefully looked at the bomb on Xie Wanwan.

He was not kidding.

At this time, not only the back is already sweaty.

The forehead, neck, and cheeks were covered with fine sweat.

"Good!" It's better to do something than to wait.

Tang Yuanchu pulled his sleeves just to wipe him, and suddenly found Bai Muchuan's arm trembling slightly.

His arm was injured.

Tang Yuanchu's tense heart tightened suddenly.

At this moment, he even puzzled... why Bai Muchuan insisted on coming.

It’s Xie Wanwan’s meaning to him... different from others?

Tang Yuanchu speculated sourly, and asked dully, "White team, you are injured... why not let Quan Shao come?"

"Why do you think?" Bai Muchuan's sweaty face was smooth. Staring at the bomb without blinking.

At the beginning of Tang and Yuan Dynasties, the line of sight was free.

I dare not go to see Xie Wanwan at this moment, for fear that my appearance is too insignificant...

Not willing to look at it-unwilling to let Bai Muchuan face her alone.

Had he watched from the side, at least it would not seem ambiguous?

No, no, no ambiguity! This is work. Just work.

Tang Yuanchu reminded himself and took a deep breath.

"Is it because you are friends, you don't want others to participate... I'm afraid it's not convenient!"

"Then you are someone else!" Bai Muchuan's eyes were bright, "The flashlight is raised a little bit higher."

Sailim, "Yes!"

The light is too bad!

Tang Yuanchu threw the gun away, "I will also light up--"

He picked up his flashlight, and suddenly found Xie Wanwan's eyes fixed on him.

Is it because of what I said just now?

——He is also an outsider.

Tang Yuanchu bowed his head, pretended not to see her, and continued to ask Bai Muchuan: "If it was not because of inconvenience, then why?"

"Because the person I believe most in is myself."

Bai Muchuan didn't look back, but every word was powerful.

"This timed explosive device has multiple connecting wires outside..."

"There are anti-movement and anti-tilt devices!"

"And-anti-trimming device!"

Finally, I checked the type and structure of the bomb device.

However, the time on the timer is only 4 minutes and 20 seconds-

There is no anti-explosive tool.

There are no high-tech detection instruments.

The judgment made by Bai Muchuan at this time relies on the naked eye and experience.

What is meant by "anti-movement, anti-tilt, anti-trimming device"?

Xie Wanwan's pale face is hopeless.

Tang Yuanchu's face also carried a fear of collapse.

To the naive science and technology men's game, the wood is completely attracted by the exquisite bomb equipment, immersed in the technical atmosphere, and forget the danger.

"White team, anti-movement? Anti-tilt? Can't cut the thread yet, what should I do?"

Hearing him ask, Bai Muchuan turned to look over, "Sailim, it's up to you!"

"Me?" Sailim was overwhelmed, not responding.

Bai Muchuan patted him on the shoulder, a pair of cold eyes, with a light of trust, "The bomb equipment is also a control system! I believe your technology can destroy the anti-movement, anti-tilt, anti-shear control devices..."

No wonder I have to bring him over!

Sailim thought, "I haven't been in touch with this thing before..."

Bai Muchuan, "You can, the principle is the same!"

"Di!"

"Di!"

"Di!"

The numbers on the timer keep jumping.

After listening to Bai Muchuan's description of the bomb device, Sailim overflowed with cold sweat on his forehead.

He was nervous for a long time than before, and once he gritted his teeth, "I will try it."

Sailim took off his backpack and took out an electronic device from inside.

He is an expert in this field, a simple mind, and has a passion and obsession with technology.

Soon, he took the cable from the electronic device, took a probe like a tweezers in his hand, and looked at Tang Yuanchu.

"Support the bomb equipment!"

...This bomb cannot be moved.

It must be kept motionless.

Tang Yuanchu gritted his teeth and slowly opened his arms to surround Xie Wanwan.

With her body, with that circle of bombs...

The expression on that face is a bit of death...

Xie Wanwan looked at him without moving.

As a result, Tang Yuanchu's face turned accidentally, and he faced her.

"Don't move, I don't want to die!" Sailim exclaimed nervously.

"..."

Tang Yuanchu and Xie Wanwan looked at each other and really stopped moving.

Even the eyes... dare not blink again.

...

The two lines were connected smoothly, and Selimu looked down at the prompt of the non-stop jumping on the device...

Pappa!

Pappa!

He jumped on the keyboard of the device with both hands.

No one can understand what he is doing.

Bai Muchuan's face gradually condensed into a cold mist.

The numbers on the bomb have been jumping.

The sweat on the wood in the game is increasing.

When the wind blew, he shouted, "...what if it doesn't work?"

"Get ready for a handsome gesture--"

"It's been another minute!" Sailim sobbed.

"Sink down!" Bai Muchuan said coldly, "Don't look at the timer."

"……Oh."

"Take a deep breath!"

"……Oh."

This process, like tormenting in the oil pan.

The number on the timer is beating for a second!

Every beating is like a call to death.

Closer, closer!

Sailim hesitated-he frowned.

Snapped! Knock your fingers.

He was thinking again-frowning.

Snapped! Knock it again!

This process has been repeated several times.

When the number on the timer jumped to 15 seconds, his heart almost touched his throat.

"Fuck! White team—"

Sailim shouted in surprise, a little broken.

Not forgetting everything but fear.

"White team! Fast, 10 seconds left!"

Death is beckoning.

Maybe their lives are only 10 seconds left!

"You stay away!" Bai Muchuan sneered, holding a surgical scissors, and his eyes fixed the lines of the bomb equipment in an instant--

Tang Yuanchu hugged Xie Wanwan, motionless, and did not mean to escape from danger.

Sailim, almost running away at the speed of light-

But in less than two seconds, he stopped again and turned to stand still.

"White team-I believe you!"

Bai Muchuan did not answer.

He also has no time to stop them and make any choices.

The sweat on his forehead dripped.

The anti-trimming device was removed, and the rest was up to his judgment.

8 seconds!

7 seconds!

6 seconds!

Unable to judge.

There is no red line and blue line.

A bomb that really kills people doesn't need such a thing.

No prompt, no way to escape...

What Bai Muchuan can do at the moment is only gambling. The only thing you can rely on is your own experience, how you feel about this equipment... and the mentality of the bomb maker.

4 seconds!

3 seconds!

"Tang Yuanchu, Sailimu, go away!" He finally issued a warning.

"No! Let's die together!" Tang Yuanchu smiled slightly, "I believe you, boss!"

Believe!

I believe it can survive?

2 seconds!

1 second!

Bai Muchuan closed his eyes.

Hey! A thread was cut by surgery and suddenly broke!